Saturday, February 22, 2014

Marco Polo

It was still dark. It was Wednesday when Marco Polo came home6 am in the fall, a few centuries later.

I

In Ponte Rialto dock which was not recognized by him anymore : The first gull.
In the low wall of the bridge
he could not read again some old letters
which interrupted the fog along the canal.

He only saw a female Vietnamese climbing the dirty stone staircase.

And Marco Polo did not know for sure whether she was singing
at the sound of many water taxis.
Was she happy?

Or she just wanted to be with a black who had been standing under a light pole
in front of the pizza shop, while the wing taping the drizzle.

"Where do you come from?," the wanderer from Venezia asked.

"Not from afar," the woman replied,
"Not from afar," said the black man.

And the first gull was flying.

He never knew this morning: the first morning which did not want him to go.

II

The smell of coffee in the cup
before the cafeteria opened its doors,
the smell of cigar on a chair
still not prepared:
homelessness in this city
would never start the day.

III

Two hours he tried to find signs of pomegranate
ever wrought on the end of the wall
narrow alleys.

But Venezia, in the year 2013 AD,
no longer looked at him.

IV

In the Plaza San Marco, of the Basilica wall
a disembodied angel found removable Abaya.

"Do you see?
Someone has found someone else and running naked toward heaven"

No one answered.
Only Marco Polo who wanted to answer.
But from the cafe foyer
The orchestra played La Cumparsita

and white chairs dancing
invisible, far into the night

When the rain came later as accidental,
an old tourist said, "I'll buy Japanese hat sold on the shelves,
I would put it to the head of a missing child from his mother."

V

By midnight, the traders of Bengal
still throwing
luminous objects
to the bell tower. "Tonight is not finished", they said,
"The night is not finished."

Marco Polo understood
He remembered fireflies.

VI

Light was hiding at a distance of 3 kilometers from the sea
And in the sea there were other strange dark.

"I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depthsand a great fear of shallow living. "- Anaïs Nin

VII

The next day was Sunday. In the Basilica room, the monks asked,"What would you regard as a sin?"
Marco Polo replied, "Faith in a hurry".
"I do not understand."
Marco Polo said, "I have witnessed the perfect city. The walls are carved with excesses and war, where god does not cry."

CZ

"Thank you for your perception! I like your romantic side, even if I do not always comment and I'm glad that you're in my circle of friends."(Courtesies by: Wolfgang A. Gerhardt)

Wolfgang A.Gerhardt : May be you like this Sunday collage

Cisca Zarmansyah : Before today, there never was a person doing this to me. You create a simple matter to look special. This is a special thing for me.

Cisca Zarmansyah : Thank you. I love it. I love you, my friend. ♥

CieL- FreYa Ceastle : Hmm, he's so nice...

"I am me.
In all the world,
there is no one else exactly like me.
Everything that comes out of me
is authentically mine,
because I alone chose it --
I own everything about me:
my body,
my feelings,
my mouth,
my voice,
all my actions,
whether they be to others or myself.
I own my fantasies,
my dreams,
my hopes,
my fears.
I own my triumphs and successes,
all my failures and mistakes.
Because I own all of me,
I can become intimately acquainted with me.
By so doing,
I can love me
and be friendly with all my parts.
I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me,
and other aspects that I do not know
-- but as long as I am friendly
and loving to myself,
I can courageously and hopefully
look for solutions
to the puzzles and ways
to find out more about me.
However I look and sound,
whatever I say and do,
and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time
is authentically me.
If later some parts of how I looked,
sounded,
thought,
and felt
turn out to be unfitting,
I can discard that which is unfitting,
keep the rest,
and invent something new
for that which I discarded.
I can see,
hear,
feel,
think,
say, and do.
I have the tools to survive,
to be close to others,
to be productive,
and to make sense
and order out of the world of people
and things outside of me.
I own me,
and therefore,
I can engineer me.
I am me,
and I am okay."

VIRGINIA SATIR
(American Phychologist and Educator, 1916-1988)

About Me

"When the Nazis came for the communists, I remained silent. I was not a communist. When they locked up the social democrats, I remained silent. I was not a social democrat. When they came for the trade unionists, I did not speak out. I was not a trade unionist. When they came for the Jews, I remained silent. I wasn't a Jew. When they came for me, there was no one left to speak out." - Martin Niemöller